Dancing stars in the meandering rapids
Red-stained sky, apex to an elysium with no worries
Opaque window glass, bitter tea, hasty daffodil seeds
Pale moonlight, coating the pallid ivories,
Bids suffocating darkness echo its melody of sorrow.
Tears hang at the tip of the shattered, wrecked moon.
Lean fingers, violently slashed, brutally cleaved, waiting for morrow,
Shall praise you with their somber crimson tune...
Binding is the Moonlight Sonata to the blue shades.
Lifeless verses and powerless tears merely rush into the oblivious silence,
Awaking birds and beasts at the ultimate Hades
Not idly did the golden leaves fall, under the vile force so intense,
Beneath the scattering tears, soaking in blue,
Embracing your fading soul under fair elven wings' virtue.
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